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[b]12th of April, 2073
1:17 pm
Underground/Sewer System
4 days of food remaining.
4 days of water remaining.[/b]

It was cold and damp. That was the first thing you’d notice: the cold. The smell? Not as bad as you might’ve assumed but, uh, still pretty bad. It had to have been… some kind of underground construction happening due to the large open space. Decently high ceilings (Or as high as they could be) that did little to fight against the chill. Archways leading to different sectors included, it gave off a cramped feeling and a feeling of [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c1/4f/aa/c14faacede6b340f1fdf582526239cd2.jpg]emptiness[/url] at the same time.

It appeared that another group had previously taken refuge here considering the rather… lived in appearance it held. From the posters on some of the walls to the ratty old couch that was covered in a bunch of, arguably damped, pillows. Old boxes and crates were used as tables. (Probably junk that was thrown down here at another point. In the apocalypse, there’s no time to be picky.

There were a few hanging lights but they seemed blown out. Some replacement bulbs would be needed to even consider some kind of electrical lighting. A damp beanbag chair off to the side with an odd-looking chair far off. (Another against a wall.) This was what you saw when you first walked in.

To the right, there was an open area to what looked to be some kind of rest area. There were hammocks and a few cots. They were short 2 beds. There was a small chest at the end of each ‘bed’, clearly the previous group had some kind of storage system for each individual.

Straight ahead, there was another open area. It must’ve been some kind of storage area considering all the crates (Who knew what was in there?) that were in there. But, it had appeared to be re-purposed into some kind of eating area. Some of the larger crates had been pushed together to create some kind of mockery of a dining table. Add a few pillows surrounding it and you got some place to sit-sorry, kneel, and eat. There was also charred remains a little further in leading to the idea that a fire had been made there. A few pots and pans that looked unstable laid strewn around. There was broken glass scattered around the area from what could’ve been broken plates. There were a few chipped and cracked ones remaining however. Add in a, what appeared to be at least, metal bench over to the side. There was also a crate that seemed half empty but with a few leftover rations and water that could last a few days.

Then, to the left when you first come in, there was not another area. Instead, it was just a curtain that’d been attached to what looked like a hand-welded pole to the wall that separate the area. You could only guess that it was to wall off an area for changing and… maybe showering? (Taking a huge leap in assuming there was some kind of showering system, at least.) You had no idea.

The entrance was just a steel door in the middle of a larger circular door. It must’ve been electrically operated for it to open and close at another point in time. But with no electricity? Pretty much just a 10 ft. tall circle.

And that was pretty much it.

Lavender was… skeptic, to say the least. Green eyes studied the environment with a kind of worry that came from any new area.

[i]Are there any alternative exits and entrances that just aren’t seeable?

Are there any breaches?

The smaller door, how weak and frayed is it? Could it be broken down easily?

Food… what about food? More importantly, what about water? They could go a little while without food but water? That’s a whole other story in and of itself.[/i]

Stepping a little further into the space, Lavender’s boots made a bit of noise considering the overall dampness of the area. She’d wandered over to the couch, eyeing the table to see what looked like… schedules? [i]Schedules for… Rick, Annie, Mike… they must’ve had assigned roles and jobs amongst themselves… not a bad idea.[/i] 

Her fists unconsciously tightened from their place in her pockets. The weight of her rifle felt comforting on her back, a reminder of the fact that she wasn’t completely defenseless. She adjusted the weight of the first aid kit attached from her pants; it was a familiar weight she appreciated. 

Taking a few steps to the right, she peered into the sleeping area. [i]Regardless… what’s first?[/i] She thought, the tall girl’s eyes flickering to the rest of her… whatever it was that they were. She still hadn’t decided yet.